Touch

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Title: Touch
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens after the truth comes out.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. This is why fantasy is so popular.
A/N: This is the conclusion to The Rush Series. Previous parts are here: No Rush - Rush - After the Rush - Shiver - Burn - Better
Thanks again to all who have commented along the way. You have no idea what that means to me. *loves* I hope it’s worth the wait.


Taking Elijah’s advice, Billy and Dom hastily make themselves presentable and return to the table to grab their coats, but not before Dom ducks into a corner to make a quick phone call.

When he returns to the table he’s smiling mysteriously, but refuses to divulge why. Instead he pulls Billy gently to his feet and wraps his arms around his waist.

“Ready to go?” Dom asks, ducking his head to press a kiss to the side of Billy’s neck, just below his ear. He smiles at the resulting shiver.

“I was ready two days ago, ya daftie,” Billy replies, rolling his hips slightly to rub his arse against Dom’s erection.

“Too much information,” Elijah chimes in with a grin.

Waving goodbye, the couple make their way out to the curb and into a waiting taxi. It’s quickly decided that they’re going to Dom’s flat as it’s ten minutes closer than Billy’s. Not that they’re in a hurry or anything.

Billy tries to tease Dom into a quick snog in the safety of the darkened back seat, but instead Dom wraps an arm around Billy and pulls him close, cheek resting against Billy’s hair. His long fingers thread in Billy’s, thumb rubbing in slow, steady circles across Billy’s palm. Nuzzling his face into Dom’s neck, Billy slides his free hand along Dom’s thigh, then shifts over so his leg is hooked over Dom’s. It’s not meant to be a sexual advance, just a need to be closer. Dom understands and tightens his arm around Billy.

Not soon enough to suit either of them, the taxi pulls to the curb in front of Dom’s flat and then Dom and Billy are making their way up the concrete path to the front door. They are forced to pause while Dom digs into his pocket for keys to open the lock, but Dom makes sure that Billy can’t go far. Pressing Billy’s back against the door, Dom rocks his hips forward while nuzzling Billy’s neck gently with his nose and lips. Panting breathlessly, Billy seizes the opportunity to curl into Dom’s body and slide his hands into the back pockets of Dom’s jeans to squeeze his arse.

“Dommie,” Billy murmurs, sighing when Dom nips gently at his throat and then licks to soothe it.

At last the door opens and they are inside. Billy starts to pull Dom insistently towards the bedroom, but suddenly stops short, eyes widening. He opens his mouth to say something, but can’t find the words.

Closing the door and locking it behind him, Dom steps closer and lets his chin drop lightly onto Billy’s shoulder, arms wrapping snugly around his waist.

“Surprise,” he says softly.

The hall is glowing softly, a trail of lit candles on the hardwood floor leading the way to the bedroom.

“Oh, Dommie.” Turning in Dom’s arms, Billy looks up, his eyes filled with love, and little bit of confusion. “How did-”

“I asked Viggo for a favor.”

“So that’s what that phone call was about,” Billy decides with a nod. “And what you two were talking about yesterday in the food tent and you were blushing.”

Ducking his head, Dom smiles. “Yeah. I wanted to do something special for us tonight.”

“I thought you said I needed to rest,” Billy says, a sly smile creeping across his face.

“I wore the eyeliner on purpose,” Dom admits, head tilting to one side as his thumb slips over Billy’s lower lip. “I was hoping that you’d like it. That it would have a certain . . . effect.”

“It did,” Billy murmurs in reply, finger reaching out to touch the kohl line on Dom’s eyelid and smudging it a little.

“I’ve missed touching you; being inside you,” Dom continues, pulling their bodies close.

At the contact, Billy whimpers. “Me too.”

“Do you remember that morning?” Dom asks softly, fingers trailing over Billy’s face, mapping his features. “When you had to leave, so you pushed me up against that wall over there and kissed me in ways that I’ll never forget as long as I live?”

Wordlessly, Billy nods, green eyes glittering with desire and need.

“Well, now it’s my turn.”

Billy finds his back pressed against the familiar wall and Dom’s mouth latches onto his neck, just below his earlobe. The kisses are so soft and tender that they almost tickle. Letting a lusty moan escape his lips, Billy reaches for the hem of Dom’s shirt, aching to touch bare skin. But then, Dom stops him.

“Shhh,” he soothes when Billy groans in protest. “There’s no rush, Bills. Just let me touch you. Please.”

Submitting to Dom’s request, Billy lets his hands fall to his sides, fingers gripping his trousers as a shaky breath escapes his lips. He doesn’t know what Dom has planned, but it’s looking very promising to make up for lost time, and then some.

Hands resting against the wall on either side of Billy’s shoulders, Dom lazily trails feathery kisses along Billy’s jaw line and down his neck, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Billy’s throat to taste. Arching his neck, Billy gasps and whimpers softly.

“Dommie.”

Keeping a cruel barrier of mere inches between their bodies, Dom continues his thorough exploration of Billy’s neck, trailing higher until he’s at Billy’s other ear. His tongue traces the shell of it, lips following to delicately nibble.

“Turn around,” he requests softly. Nodding unsteadily, Billy turns, his forehead and hips pressed to the wall. He’s hard and aching already, even though Dom has barely gotten started. A sigh fills the air when Dom’s lips find the tender flesh at the nape of Billy’s neck, fingers gently tugging at the collar of his shirt to expose more skin. His tongue darts out to taste, and then he blows air across the damp flesh, eliciting a shiver.

“Dommie, please. Need to touch you.” He’s begging now, and doesn’t care. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes lock with Dom’s smoldering gaze. He opens his mouth to say something, but then gasps when his knees buckle. In an instant Dom’s arms are around him, bodies crushing together. Billy wraps a hand around Dom’s neck to pull him down for a kiss, but instead Dom shakes his head and steps back.

“Not yet.”

“Dommie,” Billy says, rubbing his erection desperately against Dom’s thigh. “I need you.”

“I think you need to lay down,” Dom teases, and then smiles when Billy nods vigorously. “C’mon.”

Taking Billy’s hand, Dom leads him slowly down the hall to the doorway of the bedroom, where Billy stops short once again. The sheets are turned down, and there are candles scattered around the room, giving it a soft, romantic glow.

Hands coming to rest on Billy’s hips, Dom nibbles on his earlobe as they make their over to the edge of the bed. Turning Billy around so they are face to face, Dom slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin.

When the last button is freed, Dom slides the soft blue fabric off Billy’s shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Sinking to his knees, he trails kisses down Billy’s chest while his fingers deftly open his trousers and push both the pants and boxer shorts to his ankles. Billy’s arousal springs free, swollen and heavy, close enough to Dom’s mouth to feel his hot breath.

“Sit.”

Wordlessly, Billy complies, his hands aching to slide into Dom’s hair, to allow his fingers to stroke and caress. When Dom has removed Billy’s clothing and shoes he rises and steps back. Billy can’t suppress a whimper at the loss of his touch.

Watching Billy from beneath half-lidded eyes, Dom heels off his trainers and slowly, so very slowly, slides up his rumpled t-shirt, exposing his smooth, toned chest. At the last moment they lose eye contact when the shirt is pulled over his head, but a second later the material is on the floor and they are staring at one another again. Unable to tear his eyes away from Billy’s, Dom’s fingers find the button and fly of his jeans and then they drop to the floor as well. Naked and exposed, in more ways than one, Dom nods, inviting Billy to look his fill.

Aching to reach out and touch Dom, Billy’s eyes blaze a hungry trail from his broad shoulders, down his lean chest and taut belly, to the crease of hipbone where the waistband of his jeans were moments ago and the erection jutting out from his body.

“Come to me,” Billy requests softly, extending a slightly trembling hand. “Please Dommeh.”

“Lay back.”

When Billy is stretched out comfortably on the sheets, head resting on a pillow, Dom moves above him, kneeling at his side. Billy starts to reach for him, but stops when Dom shakes his head. He takes Billy’s hands and presses them to the same pillow that his head is resting on.

“I want to touch you,” Dom says gently, his expressive blue-grey eyes smoldering with desire. “Just let me touch you.”

And then Dom leans down, lips and tongue blazing a trail across Billy’s chest, pausing to lick and suck each nipple into his hot mouth. At the same time, his fingers trail through the soft ginger hair and caress the skin beneath. At the erotic sensations, Billy’s hips thrust up, desperately seeking friction, but there is none to be had. Relentlessly, Dom sucks and licks each nipple until they are hard peaks, rosy with arousal before bracing himself on his hands and moving higher, kissing and tasting the sensitive and delicate underside of Billy’s arms from bicep to wrist.

Billy is panting breathlessly beneath him, chest heaving as Dom moves lower once again, this time paying special attention to Billy’s ribs, belly and the valley between hip and thigh. Knowing very well that it’s a particularly sensitive spot for Billy, Dom dips his tongue into Billy’s navel and sucks gently before blowing across the damp skin.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against the tender flesh, rubbing his stubbled cheek against it and eliciting a long, trembling shiver. Dom looks up in time to catch Billy closing his eyes and biting down on his lower lip, on the edge of losing control.

“Don’t,” Dom requests, thumb brushing over the now swollen flesh of Billy’s mouth. “I want to hear you. I want to hear every moan, every whimper. I want to know what my touch does to you.”

Nodding, Billy’s mouth falls open and the words tumble freely from his lips.

“Dommeh, please. Touch me,” he begs shamelessly, hips rocking forward. “I want you. I need you so much.”

Moving back to his last position, Dom laps at the salty moisture gathering on Billy’s skin low on his belly, just above his now weeping erection. When he looks up, he catches Billy watching him, fingers clutching the pillow to keep his hands in place. He smiles when a ragged sigh escapes Billy’s bow shaped lips, and repeats the movement just to hear it again. And again.

The sight of Dom looking up at him with his smoldering, kohl lined eyes and his gorgeous lips traveling so close to his achingly hard cock nearly undoes him and Billy shudders uncontrollably. Lips and tongue kiss and lick the muscles of Billy’s stomach, causing them to contract, and then Dom is tracing the line of each of Billy’s hips, deliberately avoiding the area where Billy needs to be touched the most.

“Dommeh,” Billy cries out, hips bucking up wildly. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Intensely satisfied by the sounds that Billy is making, Don finally wraps his hand slowly around Billy’s shaft, sliding from base to tip and back again. Grinning wickedly, he follows with his tongue and when he reaches the weeping head, he greedily laps up the flavor of Billy. A moment later when Dom briefly pushes his tongue into the slit before releasing his cock entirely, Billy moans.

“More,” Billy begs. “More, Dommeh. Need to come.”

“Soon, love,” Dom promises with a feathery kiss to Billy’s inner thigh, his hot breath causing Billy to whimper. “Soon.”

Hands splaying Billy’s legs wide, Dom moves even lower on the bed, kneeling between Billy’s parted limbs. Lovingly, he kisses, licks and sucks every inch of them, from thigh to ankle bone. Cradling Billy’s delicate feet against his chest, Dom strokes the small digits before placing a kiss to each instep and moving his legs back down to the mattress. Soft fingertips tracing the now sensitized skin, Dom pauses to caress the ridge of muscle in Billy’s thigh, feeling it tremble under his touch.

Looking up once again, Dom watches Billy writhe, chest heaving, eyes wild with passion, desire and need. Billy’s fingers are clutching the pillow even tighter, desperately trying to comply with Dom’s softly uttered request.

“Dommeh,” he pants, unable to say anything else.

Withdrawing briefly, Dom reaches into the the drawer of the nightstand and produces a bottle of lubricant. The sight of the bottle causes Billy to sigh with relief.

Quickly, Dom liberally coats two fingers and slowly slides them inside Billy’s tight entrance. With remarkable patience, he makes gentle, even strokes until the tightness subsides. It isn’t long until he adds a third finger and carefully scissors them back and forth, causing Billy to buck his hips wildly and whimper profusely at the erotic sensations.

Only then, when he is sure Billy is well stretched, does Dom withdraw his fingers and apply more lubrication to his own cock before positioning himself at Billy’s entrance. Only then does he allow their lips to meet in a fiery, passionate kiss, their bodies sliding together fully.

Overcome and desperate for the taste of Dom, Billy’s tongue stabs ruthlessly into Dom’s mouth, swirling and tasting and stroking while his hips thrust into Dom’s and his arms wrap around his lean body.

“Now Dommeh,” he grinds out, breath catching in his throat.

And then Dom is inside, heat enveloping him completely as he slides in, all the way to the hilt. He takes pleasure in the way Billy’s whimpers change from moans to full voiced cries as the rhythm and speed of his thrusts increase. Soon Dom is thrusting deep and hard, unable to hold back, even a little. Still, he watches Billy’s face carefully, ensuring that he’s not causing any pain. When he changes the angle of his hips slightly, Billy sucks in a breath, hands clutching at Dom’s now sweaty back.

“Right there, Dommie,” he gasps. “Right there.”

Gazing down at Billy, spread wantonly beneath him, Dom thrusts harder, losing himself in the sound of Billy’s voice.

“Dommeh,” Billy whispers, pulling Dom close so their mouths nearly meet again. “Make me come.”

Reaching between their sweat slicked bodies, Dom’s fingers wrap around Billy’s throbbing and needy cock. It doesn’t takes a dozen strokes before Billy is rewarded with his release, hot and slippery against his belly and Dom’s fist.

The words tumbling from his lips make no sense. All except one. Dom’s name, repeated over and over again.

Desperate for his own release, Dom increases the speed of his thrusts and when Billy’s hand find its way into Dom’s, their fingers lace together. They’re clutching each other tightly as Dom finally allows himself to fall over the edge and fill Billy with his warmth in several powerful thrusts.

Trembling, sweaty and breathless, they lay wrapped in each others arms, listening to the pounding of their hearts, shaking at the force of their shared orgasm. The euphoria of release has left them boneless, but happier and more satisfied than ever thought possible.

“Well?” Dom finally asks, eyes meeting Billy’s.

Billy smiles, knowing the rest of Dom’s unasked question.

“Yes, Dommeh. It was worth the wait.”

* * *

Later, curled into Billy’s left side, head resting on his shoulder, Dom threads the fingers of his left hand with Billy’s right as they had earlier, and watches with a smile as they enjoy a lazy and playful game of thumb wrestling.

“Bills?” Dom asks after they have pinned each others thumbs three times.

“Yeah, Dommeh?”

“Do you think it’ll always be like this? Between us, I mean?”

Slipping free of Dom’s hand, Billy slides his fingers through Dom’s thoroughly mussed hair and guides Dom’s head back so their eyes meet.

“I think we’ve got a lifetime to find out,” he replies softly, eyes glittering.

And then they are kissing.

* * *

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